Destiny Only Han

Chapter 643 For the Huns, patricide is a tradition...

Shan Yu Wang Zhang.

It was late at night, but Mouton still didn't sleep.

In the huge cowhide tent, twelve butter candles that are as thick as a child's arm emit a warm light.

Although it smells bad...

After all, Maodun used to light 24 candles traded from the Han Dynasty in the past. They are bright and have no peculiar smell, although they are easy to melt in summer and are not very resistant to burning.

Of course, there is one biggest disadvantage.

expensive.

Today’s Huns are no better than before. Not only have they lost the Hetao Grassland, but no herdsmen dared to graze the entire grassland north of the Yinshan Mountain. After all, the Great Wall of the Han people included the entire Yinshan Mountain, so the distance from the Great Wall to Kuaima became a buffer for both sides. Area.

The reason why the Huns can’t go there to graze is not only that the Han people would set fire to the grasslands on a regular basis, but also that the herdsmen would be robbed by some Chinese-speaking “Hun horse bandits” dressed as Huns…

But the good news is that Han people are also not allowed to graze there.

The bad news is that the Han people don't herd...

As for the reason why Mao Dun has not slept yet, it is because he is not only old, but also weak, and the chest pain caused by breathing often occurs, which keeps him unable to sleep for a long time.

If it were Mao Dun when he was young, he would have killed himself long ago.

But now that he is old, he cherishes his life more and more. If it is not for the limitation of national power, he will definitely learn from Qin Shihuang to seek immortality and Taoism...

And another reason for him to struggle is that his lifelong enemy in the south is not dead yet!

Therefore, even if living is a kind of torture for Mao Dun, he must not die!
At least you can't die in front of Liu Bang!

So when Mao Dun didn't sleep at night, he developed a hobby.

reading.

Of course, it is not for the rise of the Huns to study, mainly to pass the time.

Therefore, he asked those smugglers who often came to the Xiongnu court to do business to help him get the books, most of which were published by the Royal Printing Bureau of the Han Dynasty and novels...

For example, the book "The Romance of the Four Kingdoms of Jin, Chu, Qi and Qin" made Mao Dun unable to put it down. He read it over and over again, looking forward to the second volume, or the second volume and the second volume!
"The river is rolling across the river, and the waves have wiped out the heroes. Whether it is success or failure is nothing. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times..."

Mao Dun read the opening poem and sighed in his heart, especially for a hero like him who has experienced ups and downs, he has feelings different from ordinary people...

Just when Mao Dun was reading "The Romance of the Four Kingdoms of Jin, Chu, Qi and Qin" three times, weeping for Jin, a country that was once great but divided into three, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the big tent, followed by shouting and cursing. , the sound of weapons colliding, and the wailing of dying.

Mao Dun jerked and just wanted to sit up, but the pain in his chest made him lose all his strength in an instant, lying on the table with a face like gold paper, panting with great difficulty.

"Yes, it's you..."

Mao Dun raised his head with some difficulty, and he saw a man who looked like a wolf, with narrow eyebrows and long eyes, who looked exactly like him.

The right virtuous king, congealed porridge.

At this moment, in his left hand, he was holding an inner curved knife with drops of blood dripping down, and in his right hand was holding a head, the head of Maodun's most trusted General Zuo!

In an instant, Mao Dun understood everything.

After all, this is how he obtained the position of the Great Chanyu, but it is different from the unskilled harem like Ji Porridge. He made a Ming Dy, and tested his subordinates with birds, beasts, and horses. Hooked up with one of his favorite wives!
Well, the Xiongnu nobles are polygamous, so marrying your stepmother is not to get a woman, but to get the wealth and population controlled by that woman, and to reach an marriage relationship with the power behind the woman.

Looking directly into Mao Dun's gaze at this moment, Ji Ji Porridge did not back down. After all, he is the famous old Shang Shanyu in history. He not only burned the Huizhong Palace of the Han Empire, but also completely defeated the Yuezhi, and made the Yuezhi king The head made a wine vessel!

So he strode forward and stood in front of Mouton:
"Father is obsessed with the things of the Han people. No wonder my great Xiongnu ended up like this, so that the Donghu in the east turned against them, and the Wusun in the west did not come to pay tribute!"

Mao Dun was taken aback when he heard the words, only felt a burst of sadness coming from it, two lines of turbid tears flowed from his eyes, and murmured in his mouth:

"Three points in the world, three points in the world... So, this is my life..."

It's just that Ji Porridge didn't know what Mao Dun was talking about, he just felt that the crying old man in front of him didn't have a trace of heroism, and he was no longer the image of his father in his heart.

So his heart was full of compassion, the wolf nature overwhelmed the humanity in his body, the inner arc knife lay across Mao Dun's neck, and his tone was cold:
"Father, you are no longer worthy of being a great chanyu, and you are no longer worthy of bearing the weight of the eagle crown. My right virtuous king, Suo Jiji porridge, will replace you as the plow supporter of the great Xiongnu, and lead the great Huns to regain their former glory. glory!"

In the next second, the sharp blade sliced ​​across the throat.

Blood gushed out of Maodun's mouth and throat, and his throat was rumbling. He tried desperately to block the splashing blood, but to no avail, and finally fell to the ground, struggling unceasingly. The profuse blood stained Da Shanyu Proprietary tiger skin cushion.

Tiger poison does not eat its offspring, but wolf sons kill their fathers!

In Mo Dun's eyes, the same expression as that of Tou Mandanyu in the past gradually appeared.

His father killed his grandfather to become the Great Chanyu, and he killed his own father to become the Great Chanyu, and now his son killed him again...

Perhaps, this is the fate of the Great Chanyu.

At this moment, the curtain of the king's tent was raised, and an old but nimble figure flashed by and fell on Maodun, crying like a wild beast:
"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Take porridge! What have you done!"

This person is the first wife of Mao Dun, the biological mother of Ji Porridge, and the only Yan family of the Xiongnu.

Even though he was ambitious, he was merciless towards his father, but at this moment, facing his mother's grief-stricken eyes, his eyes gradually averted a little, and a trace of remorse arose in his heart.

After all, he was not only a son who killed his father, and a minister who killed the king, but also killed the other's husband in front of his wife, and killed his father in front of his own mother!
Animals can't do this kind of thing!
When Mao Dun was dying, although his body was shaking and twitching due to excessive blood loss, he still used his last bit of strength to grab his wife's hand, shook it up and down, and squeezed out a tear on his face. The ugly smile seemed to say, don't blame him, this is the fate of the descendants of the Canglang God.

It's just that his eyes are full of nostalgia.

The young husband and wife have always been companions, but now he has to go first...

Really sorry.

Looking at Mao Dun's eyes that suddenly lost all their spirit and the pupils began to dilate, Yan's crying stopped abruptly, but he just opened his mouth wide, but did not make a sound.

It turns out that the great compassion is really silent.

At this moment, there was silence in the tent, and the sound of fighting outside the tent became louder and louder, and the fighting was not only limited to Shanyu Wang's tent, but gradually spread to the entire Shanyu Wangting.

The Xiongnu warriors loyal to Modu fought together with the rebels who launched the mutiny. Although it was almost midnight at this moment, the moon was full tonight. The disc-like moon hung in the sky, giving people the illusion that they could be picked off by hand. .

The moon was shining brightly, and most of the Huns were well-trained archers. Arrows flew like rain all of a sudden, and there were dead bodies everywhere on the snowy ground. Blood flowed, staining the ground red. The bright moon in the sky seemed to be It was also stained with red light.

As a result, people's desire to kill became more and more violent. From the beginning of catching each other and fighting each other, it almost developed to killing everyone. The entire Shanyu royal court was so violent that many shepherds hidden in the sheepfold were caught and cut in two. ...

After all, in this situation, no one has the ability to distinguish the real shepherds, or the rebel family members disguised as shepherds.

So just kill, kill, kill!

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Captain Zuo looked anxious, and staggered into Shanyu Wang's tent: "Is your place all right? It's chaotic outside, it's all chaotic!"

After he finished speaking, he froze on the spot.

Because in front of him is the silently weeping Yan family, and the standing still Ji Ji porridge.

Oops... Captain Zuo swallowed his saliva, and before the mutiny started, he told him to watch over Yan Shi, but he forgot when the two sides fought!
However, the congee didn't have an attack right now, he just bent down silently, trying to pick up the eagle crown that symbolized the Great Chanyu from Mao Dun's body.

This is the token of the Great Chanyu.

As long as he appeared in front of the people wearing the eagle crown, the riots would stop immediately.

But Yanshi stood between him and Maodun, sternly yelling: "Jiangji porridge, what are you doing?"

He didn't dare to look directly at his mother, lowered his eyelids and said, "I just want that eagle crown..."

"Eagle crown? Hehehe... Eagle crown!"

Yanshi sneered, and turned his body slightly: "If you want it, just take it..."

Just as he was about to reach for it, he suddenly saw his mother raising her hands, subconsciously took a step back, and then saw a dagger inlaid with rubies appearing on his mother's chest.

Moreover, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to kill himself due to lack of strength, Yanshi let out a muffled groan, and threw himself onto the ground forcefully, allowing the sharp blade to pierce through his heart, and blood gurgled out, blending with Maodun's blood, staining his fall Eagle crown on the ground.

He was stunned for a while, and finally, under the constant urging of Captain Zuo, he bent down to pick up the eagle crown that was stained with the blood of his father and mother, and even the blood of his grandfather and great-grandfather, and put it on his head with all his strength.

After a while, there was joy in the royal court.

"Da Chanyu!"

"Supporting the plow and Gu Tu, Ji Porridge and Da Shan Yu!"

ps: When I was writing this chapter, I suddenly thought of Yuan Haowen's "Touching the Fish", asking what is love in the world, and directly teaching life and death?Flying guests from all over the world, the old wings are cold and hot.Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.You should have a saying: Stratus clouds for thousands of miles, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who will the shadow go to?

So there was Yan's martyrdom...

I cried o(╥﹏╥)o muddy at will...

(End of this chapter)